Toward Rain as an Everyday Thing

blue bridges

restless anonymity
in Melrose windows
a glassy mind

pallets - oh my heart! - in piles
behind wire
giant spools of pine
wind thick black cable

the stones are painted brown

one day there'll be rain instead of bagpipes
the only sound
now
a voice in Hindi
trembling like black mud

silos of self-storage
on weed-cloaked hills
hold the stuffing
they used to make in
factories here

black glass
broken
cage covers
ripped
a window hole
dug
in concrete
where once
was glass

rusted warehouse windows
with blue frost panes

the girl in the silver t-shirt sits
alone
on a sofa
under the overpass
that's the busiest highway in the world

black stencils
on the back of a billboard
rust veils
on the base of its pole

an iron window
slanted open
horizontal
like the white florescent tubes
inside the anvil dark
tool n'dye
shop

illegal colors
on the mansions
in Bridgeport

the rain
turns tree bark
green
tree stumps
rust red
makes manhole covers
brim
with waters
makes them shine
muddy power lines
back